Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 21:51:07 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter  1

			  DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  1


by  Donny Mumford


I'm driving Chubby and me down Route 125 toward North Andover on a
beautiful Sunday in early September. Chubby's counting the money he has in his
pocket, saying, "You know, working two jobs all summer was a pain in the ass,
but it paid off big time for me, Dylan. I find myself unusually flush with
cash." I grin and mutter, "Yeah? Probably not for long once you start
spreading it around on your college girlfriends." He says, "Ha, I'll need to  get
a girlfriend first. I was dumped during the summer, remember? Well, not
actually dumped, but Sam sent me that email saying it was fun last year, but
this year she's decided to try New Hampshire State college. She transferred,
 and I guess it's just as well. It'll mean a fresh start for me, and as a
sophomore they'll be more chicks for me to check out. You remember how
snooty  upper class girls were to us as freshman." I go, "Actually I don't, but
I'll  take your word for it. You also had a second girlfriend last year,
right?" He  says, "That fizzled out before the end of last semester, and since I
never  contacted her over the summer she's moved on. I saw her once when I
made that  trip down to the north shore mall a couple of weeks ago. She's
going with this  cool black dude now. Anyway, it was Samantha I was primarily
interested  in.


We ride in silence for awhile, then talk a little about the brunch we
prepared at home this morning and how the moms weren't their usual upbeat
smiley selves. That's because for the next nine months Chubby and me will be
away from home living near the campus. We promised them we'll try to get home
two weekends a month. The trouble with that is there's more partying
possibilities this year now that we're sophomores, and freshman year was  pretty
damn good so this year's is probably really gonna rock. So, saying  we'll be
home two weekends a month might be an unrealistic expectation. On the  other
hand, Robby might need to be home more weekends this year because his
father wants him attending staff meetings now that Robby's a supervisor. Robby
said something about me sticking with him on those weekends, so we'll see
how  it goes. All he has to say is, 'Be there,' and I'll be there. Breaking
into my  thoughts, Chubby chuckles, "Ya know what I'm thinking?" I go, "What?"
and he  says, "I'm gonna haze the shit outta the first freshman I see." I
mumble,  "Good to see you've got your priorities in order." He goes, "Hey,
these are  suppose to be the best years of our lives, bro, don't blow this
opportunity  for fun by getting all serious on me." I roll my eyes and mutter,
"I hear ya."  We're following Robby, who's in his pickup. Before we left
Framingham we  flipped a coin to see who rides with who. If it's heads I ride
with Robby.  When the coin came up tails, Chubby said, "Damn, I guess you
win, Robby, I'm  stuck with Dylan." I was like, "Hey! I've got feelings ya
know," and Chubby  gave me a smile and rubbed my head affectionately. We're as
close as brothers  can be, and on a few rare occasions closer than that, so I
knew he was  kidding. Then Chubby and I flipped the same coin to see who'd
drive the Jeep  and that's why I'm driving. I haven't done much driving
since my ill fated New  York City trip and it feels good getting behind the
wheel again. Every second  I drive brings us closer and closer to Merrimack
College and the official  start of our sophomore year.


At the junction of Route 125 and Route 114 our trip's basically over.  We
wait for a green light, then I follow Robby straight across Route 114 into
the entrance of the Royal Crest Estates, our apartment complex. These
apartments are conveniently located approximately a third of a mile from the
college. We could walk to Merrimack from here in five minutes or so, but we
mostly drive because the college is on the other side of Route 114 and that's
a busy six lane highway. It's hairy getting across it on foot during rush
hour  in the mornings and late afternoons. After parking at the rental office
Robby  goes in to sign the lease and get the keys while Chubby and me wait
in the  Jeep. Chubby says, "Hey, bro, check out that babe wearing the red
halter top.  Whoa, that little bikini top can't quite handle her boobs." I look
over and  see a girl walking with a cute guy. From here he looks cute
anyway, so I say,  "Hard to tell how cute he is from here. He's pretty tall
though." Chubby  chuckles, "I didn't notice him, Dylan, look at the rack on the
chick." I go,  "Uh huh." Robby did all the ground work securing the apartment
for us this  year so he'll deal with the hassle in the office. They'll be a
lot of students  checking in at the same time, although the majority of
Merrimack students live  in dormitories on campus. I think I read that
something like sixty-four  percent of the five thousand-plus students live in
dormitories. The students  come from twenty-some different states and twenty-two
different countries.  Apparently diversity is a big deal for colleges and
universities. Chubby,  Robby, and I wanted to be sure we're rooming together so
getting an apartment  was our only option and it's turned out to be a good
one. I can't remember a  single argument among the three of us all last
year. We're pretty much perfect  roommates for each other, but there are lots of
roommate problems every year  in the dorms. That's their problem though,
not ours. It's fifteen minutes  before Robby comes out of the office smiling
his killer smile. He's  victoriously waving the keys to our apartment. I wave
and smile back at him,  feeling love in my heart for him, then follow his
pickup to our  apartment.


The Royal Crest Estates is a huge apartment complex  with a dozen or so
large buildings, each containing twenty apartments.  Obviously, the inclusion
of 'Estates' in the name is a bit ridiculous,  although maybe it's because
the apartment buildings are Tudor style and pretty  cool looking. Also the
complex is situated among many large trees and the  landscaping is very nicely
done so it's kinda upscale and maybe these are some  of the reasons they
call it Royal Crown Estates. Our apartment is on the second  floor and this
year it's near the main entrance of the building we're in. We  go through the
front door, up the steps, and then our apartment is the second  one on the
left. Our arms are loaded with some of the stuff we brought from  home. As
Robby unlocks the door, he says, "It's convenient being so close to  the steps,
but they'll probably be a lot of foot traffic from people who have
apartments further down the hall from ours, plus our balcony faces Route 114.
Because of all the trees we can't see the highway, but when we're on the
balcony we'll probably hear the traffic noise." This is a two-bedroom  furnished
apartment with two upgraded bathrooms, a gourmet kitchen, and a nice  big
living room, and balcony of course. We drop the stuff we're carrying on  the
sofa and take a tour of the apartment. The consensus is, this is a better
apartment than we had last year. This year's rent is twenty-one hundred
dollars a month. Pricey, but considering it's almost on Merrimack's campus  it's
worth it. And when you figure the rent breaks down to seven hundred  dollars
per month per person it doesn't seem so bad. Very pleased with our
apartment, we go out on the balcony for a cigarette as Chubby and me pat Robby  on
the back for a job well done.


Today's Sunday so the traffic is light on Route 114 and we can barely  hear
it, plus we'll usually have music playing so the traffic noise is no big
deal at all. Chubby says, "This place is awesome, Robby, the furniture looks
new." Robby says, "Yeah, all the furniture was replaced in this unit about
a  year ago. We're lucky it became available." We all light a cigarette,
then  Robby milks the compliments a little, "The new furniture was a big
selling  point for me." Chubby and me grin at each other, knowing Robby wants
another  compliment about the good job he did getting this place, so we mutter,
"Awesome job, Robby." I adjust my junk glancing at Robby... he makes me feel
  sexily squirmy when I'm with him doing anything. We're engaged to be
married  and ever since the proposal Robby's been doing an awesome job of taking
charge  of us. He has such a cool way about him. I admire and love him like
never  before. I sorta lean into him and he smiles at me, asking, "How ya
doing,  buddy?" I bump my side against him again, mumbling, "Couldn't be
better." He  squeezes the back of my neck and I kiss his cheek, wanting to be
hugged by  Robby, but he doesn't do that because we don't have excessive
displays of  affection in public. I don't consider a kiss on his cheek an
excessive display  of affection. Chubby knows Robby and I are engaged, but
overdoing the  affection would probably make him uncomfortable. Robby casually puts
his arm  across my shoulders though and I inhale his scent as Chubby
mutters, "Young  love, you two are cute."

Then, with cigarette smoke drifting from Chubby's mouth as he talks, he
says, "It's weird, but I don't have quite the excitement level coming back to
college that I had freshman year, plus I feel much less stressed-out too.
Do  you know what I mean?" Robby says, "Yeah, I know what you mean. Last year
 everything was brand new including all the newfound freedom to do
basically  whatever we wanted. That was a little intimidating at first." Well,
that's  true for Robby, but Chubby and I pretty much have had the freedom to do
whatever we wanted since we were eight years old. Robby adds, "Last year I
guess we all felt a general nervousness about being in college for the first
 time, you known, the campus was confusing and we were freshman so the
professors tried to scare the shit out of us in the beginning. It all kinda
added-up to a stressful situation. Not so this year, and I'm not saying the
return to college is anti-climatic, just that there's definitely a different
vibe to it." I say, "Yeah, Robby, but not a ho-hum vibe, it's still
exciting.  You know what, we need to be careful we don't fall into a sophomore
slump  thinking we know everything. You hear about sophomore slumps or sophomore
jinx  in sports all the time." Robby says, "That reminds me, I need to
check-in with  coach Smith this afternoon. I didn't do summer baseball workouts
for the team  like last summer, so I wanna make sure my spot on the team is
still secure. We  don't start official practice until February, but our
manager and position  coaches want sophomore players studying film this fall
along with the juniors  and seniors." Chubby looks at his watch, "Yeah, and
I've got an interview at  McDonalds for a part time job at three o'clock, so
lets get this place  setup."


We finish our cigarettes and then it takes an hour  unloading the two cars,
and getting all our stuff put away. We go food  shopping after that, all of
us in the Jeep. As soon as we're in Stop &  Shop I go upstairs to the
office to check-in and verify I have the job Cory  was suppose to arrange for me.
Chubby and Robby get a shopping cart and begin  shopping for vital food and
drink items like chips and snack food, cereal,  milk, sodas, Snapple, candy
bars, and maybe some chicken for tonight's dinner.  We brought our gas
grill from home with us. The moms don't cook so they won't  need it. Last year
we grilled year-round, even when it snowed. In the office I  introduce myself
to the lady in charge and she checks her computer's employee  sheet, then
says, "What'd you say your name was again?" I tell her, but she  can't find
my name on the list. I say, "I'm a Merrimack student, a part  timer." She
frowns at me for a moment, then snaps the back of her hand against  the
computer sheet she's reading from, saying, "Why didn't you say so? I  wasted my
time looking on the full time employee listing. Name?" I tell her  again and
she finds me on the part timers sheet, "Photo ID, please," so I hand  her my
license and college ID and she takes a copy of each, then says, "Okay,
you're all set, Dyson." I go, "It's Dylan, as in Bob Dylan." She goes, "Huh?  You
want 'Bob' on your name tag?" Oh yeah, I remember this nitwit from last
year. She's the wife of the store manager so I won't give her the smart-ass
answer she deserves. I go, "Um, my name is Dylan Newman. It's Dylan, not
Dyson, but that's okay, everyone makes that mistake." No they don't. She says,
"So you're saying you want 'Dylan' not 'Bob' on your name tag, right?"
Moron!  I go, "Yes, thank you." She writes something down, then looks at me and
says,  "You're on the three to six shift beginning October first. A word of
advice  young man, speak more clearly and concisely when speaking with
customers so  they can understand you better than I did. Believe me, customers
are not as  patient as me. You need to report to Cory Dunlevy before your
first day so he  can explain what you're expected to do. It's up to you to
contact him...  here's his cell phone number." I start to tell her I worked here
all last  year, but she cuts me off with, "I'm not through talking yet. Let
me tell you  something, Cory does not take any backtalk from his part timers
and he's a  stickler for everyone being on time. That's another word of
advice for you.  Welcome to the Stop & Shop family." Taking a deep breath, I
say, very  clearly, "Thank you," and she goes back to doing whatever it is she
does. I  guess I'm suppose to leave. Going down the steps I'm thinking,
'What a fucking idiot! I worked here all last year,  I know what I'm expected
to do.' But, huh, Cory got promoted... good  for him! Funny he didn't say
anything about it.


I find Robby and Chubby in the snack aisle talking with my man, Cory.  When
he sees me he comes over and gives me a big hug, saying, "Dylan, great to
see you. Did you check-in at the office?" Man, this is a different greeting
than the one he gave me the first time I met him. Back then I thought he
was a  new employee, but he was just new to this Stop & Shop location. He'd
worked a few years at another Stop & Shop before transferring to this one
when he, his two sisters, and his mother moved to North Andover. I say, "Yes,
I checked in already, boss," and then I tell Robby and Chubby, "Cory got
promoted. Why didn't you tell me, Cory?" He shrugs, "I don't know, I wanted
to  surprise you I guess." I say, "You're a huge improvement over that stiff
of a  part timers supervisor we had last year." Cory shrugs, "Actually the
store  manager split up the position so I'm just one of three supervisors in
charge  of part timers. One for each shift and we're open twenty-four hours
a day,  seven days a week." Robby asks, "You're full time, huh?" Cory goes,
"Yeah, I'm  full time at Stop & Shop and I've finally started taking college
courses  through the university of Phoenix. They have a hundred locations
and  fortunately one of them's in Lawrence. I'm taking a course every
Saturday and  another course two nights a week. It'll take me at least six years to
 graduate." I go, "Good for you, Cory. A full time job and you're going for
 your degree at the same time. I admire you, dude!" He blushes, and
mumbles,  "It's a pain in the ass going to classes around my Stop & Shop schedule.
I'm coordinating everything with the other two part-timer supervisor, but
they're good guys so it works okay." We congratulate Cory, but like with
Seth  I feel bad that neither of them can enjoy the luxury Robby, Chubby, and I
 enjoy of partying our way through college. Life is harder for some than
others. It's not fair, but then no one's ever said life was fair.

Chubby goes, "Look who's here." I look up and see Ears  Henderson and Scott
Tinsdale pushing a cart down the aisle. Ears is wearing a  t-shirt with
writing on the front that reads, 'I'm here with stupid' and  there's an arrow
pointing down from the writing to his dick. Robby, Chubby,  and I exchange
one arm hugs and fist bumps with both of them, as I'm saying to  Ears, "Good
to see ya, Walter?" That's his actual first name. He goes, "Oh,  only my
mother's allowed to call me that." Ears' roommate, Scott, went through  a period
last year where he thought he wanted to blow me, not that I ever
accommodated him. Ears and Scott exchange lies with Robby and my brother about  what
they did last summer as I'm pointing up at the office, saying to Cory,  "The
clueless one up there, up in the office, says I need to call you so you
can tell me what's expected of me." He chuckles, "She forgets you were here
last year. The job's the same, Dylan. I'll be in the office to meet you  on
your first shift, I think it's October first, right?" I say, "Yeah,  that's
my first day, beginning at three o'clock." He says, "Yeah, I'll tell  Marie
we had our meeting so she can check your name off. Hey, I need a  haircut." I
go, "Let me get registered and settled in first, okay?" He goes,  "Sure,
gee, it's good to see ya, Dylan." I go, "Yeah, you too, Cory." He  blushes and
grins, "That was a wild time after your ride back from New York  City.
Remember?" I go, "Of course I remember, you saved my life, dude. You  were
awesome." He blushes some more, "I didn't do anything. Hey, you're gonna  be
disappointed what's happened here at Stop & Shop though." I ask why,  and he
seriously says, "Wait till you see how few part-time guys we have this year.
It's mostly girls  and middle age housewives working the registers and
bagging, plus a couple of  retired older men." I mumble, "Well, that sucks." He
laughs, pats my shoulder  and tells me he needs to get back to work.

Cory's really  changed, and all for the better too. Good for him. Ears and
Scott go on with  their shopping and so do Chubby, Robby, and me. As were
checking out at the  register, Robby's muttering, "We should have made a list,
I think we're  forgetting stuff." Ha ha, mister conscientious, I just love
him to death.  There's a robust woman working the register and a retiree old
guy bagging out  groceries... this place has really gone down hill. They
used to have cute guys  doing the register and bagging. It's outrageously
unfair. I'm pushing the cart  out when I see Matthew Flowers coming in the other
door. He's talking with a  burly, college-age kid. Matthew has the softest
hair I've ever cut and from  the looks of him he hasn't had a haircut since
the one I gave him. He's also  cute, but in an unusual way. I say that
because he has kind of a flat face,  but cute too like I said. The plain looking
kid he's with doesn't do anything  for me at all. I reach over and tap
Matthew's arm. He looks surprised, smiles,  then glances at the burly kid, and
then back at me, nervously saying,  "Oh, hi, Dylan. Back at college, huh? Ya
working here again this year?"  I go, "Great to see you, dude. Yeah, I'm
working here again." He says, "Well,  I'll see you around the store I guess, I'm
working at my old job in produce."  The burly kid pushes Matthew in the
back, muttering, "Let's go Matt, move it,"  then he gives me a nasty cold look.
What the fuck was that all about?  Matthew's a sweet, friendly, outgoing
kid, or he used to be anyway. We  messed around with some buddy sex last
summer one time, but I probably won't  do it again. That unattractive friend of
Matthew's might have something to say  about that anyway, but the real
reason is I'm cutting way back on side sex to  impress Robby.

We dump the  grocery bags in the back of the Jeep and Chubby drives us to
the apartment.  It's one thirty in the afternoon by now. Chubby says, "After
we put this stuff  away lets grab something for lunch and then I gotta get
over for my interview  at McDonalds." Robby says, "Yeah, lunch is a good
idea. Right after that I'll  check in at the baseball office and remind the
coach who I am." I frown, "He  wouldn't forget you, Robby." He grins at me,
mumbling, "My fan club is heard  from. Thanks, Dylan." Lately I find myself
acting like a love sick schoolgirl  around Robby at times, so I should probably
pump the brakes on that a little.  Robby says, "How about if we treat
ourselves to Fuddruckers for lunch?" That's  where we go. Inside we wave at Travis
Hunter and his roommate from last year,  the always drunk Harry Black.
They're at a table near the windows and  naturally Harry's drinking a beer. He
has awesome fake ID. Travis yells over,  "We got three seats for you guys
over here." Last year I got the distinct  impression Travis was coming on to
me, but I sidestepped it back then. This  year I'm not going to even notice
it. Last year I was busy with Ryan at the  time, Ryan and my main squeeze,
Robby, but this year I'm all about Robby.  Chubby waves at Travis
noncommittally and we wait in line to place our orders.  None of us tries to order a
beer. It takes five minutes before our food is  ready. The place is crowded so
we carry our trays of food over to Travis' and  Harry's table. Fist bumps all
around, then Travis says, "Guess what Harry did  this morning?" As we sit
down, I ask, "What's that?" and he says, "We're at  the mall in Rockingham
picking up some CDs. We stop at Dunkin Donuts for  coffees and we're over by
the railing looking down on people on the first  floor. Dunkin Donuts is on
the second level so we're leaning our arms on the  railing holding our
coffees, waiting for them to cool down enough to drink."  Chubby says, "I can see
where this is going." Travis goes, "Yeah, well, I ask  Harry what time it is
so he turns his left hand, the one he's holding his  Styrofoam cup of
coffee in to see his watch and the dumb shit dumps his hot  coffee over the
railing and it lands on this old broad's head twenty feet  below us." We laugh as
Harry fumes, "I was hung over, dude. Ya never ask a guy  the time when he's
holding a cup of coffee." Travis grins, "Most guys don't  turn the fuckin'
cup over to look at their watch." Harry claims anyone would.  From then on
the whole lunch is all about reminiscing the fucked-up things  Harry did last
year. I finally ask, "You guys rooming together again this  year?" and
Harry says, "A'course we are, we're buds, ain't we Travis." Travis  says, "I
took pity on him, no one else would room with him." Harry cackles,  "Yeah, it's
true." Yep, we're back at college!!

After lunch Robby and I get a ride to Merrimack with Travis  and Harry so
Robby can check in with the team's coaches. Chubby drives the  Jeep to his
interview at McDonalds. Robby and I get dropped off at the quad  and the
roommates go on up to their dorm. Robby says, "I don't know how long  this will
take, Dylan. I might need to take a physical when I sign up for the  team.
What are you gonna do?" Robby mentioning a physical makes me think of  his
shaved pubic hair and I gotta wonder what he'll say about that. To his
question, I shrug, and say, "I guess I'll walk around and check out the  campus."
Looking around, he says, "They've obviously been doing a lot of work  on the
landscaping around here. It looks great." I'm like, "Yeah, it does."  Robby
checks his wristwatch and says, "I gotta run, I'll text you when I'm
finished and we'll meet somewhere. Guess we'll need to walk back to the
apartment. I should have driven the fuckin' pickup to Fuddruckers." I mutter,  "No
problem. Route 114 isn't that busy on Sundays." With a little wave of his
hand Robby heads for the baseball diamond and the sports offices. I watch him
walk away thinking he walks cool and confident and I'm proud he's my
boyfriend. Lighting a cigarette I stroll around taking it all in. It's nice  being
back at college, kinda fun being a sophomore too. I pass a lot of new
faces, the freshman class have been here since Thursday. Huh, they look pretty
young to me, but no real standouts so far, meaning no especially cute guys.
Speaking of cute guys, I wonder where Ryan is, and what Ryan's and my
reunion  will be like? I feel a little nervous about seeing him again, which is
weird.  Naturally I wouldn't admit that to him or anyone else. Ryan got into
my head  last spring and I don't think I've ever had the hot's for anybody
like I had  for him. I even thought I loved him, although I was never
mixed-up enough to  think I loved him the way I love Rob, I mean, Robby. Just
thinking about Ryan  gets me referring to Robby as Rob, like Ryan does. I guess I
still have some  of the hot's I used to feel for Ryan, and that's even
after he effectively  dumped me some time during the summer. Not officially, but
he stopped emailing  and texting so it's the same thing. I'm not crazy
about the threesome getting  back together, but I do what Robby says. He's the
man. I'll never understand  why Ryan cut me out, but it's Robby I care about
anyway. I mean, Ryan couldn't  possibly have faked having the hot's for me,
not to the extent he claimed he  felt and demonstrated openly. Nobody is
that good of an actor, and then what  the hell changed his mind? Wait a minute!
Ryan might be at the baseball  offices if he's going to be the team's
flunky or so-called locker room manager  again. Hmmm, I never thought of that.

The sun is warm on this day in early September, a really  nice day. I sit
on a bench finishing my cigarette. To get Ryan off my mind I  think about
Robby. Gee, last night was special. Robby was awesome. He took me  to dinner at
our favorite restaurant in downtown Framingham where our favorite  waiter
serves us alcoholic beverages. We both had two Manhattans straight up  and
got a little tipsy. All through dinner it was lover's talk about us and  our
future life together. Robby makes it sound so romantic and perfect. After
dinner we went to my place and got naked. I was sort of hypnotized and
everything we did felt special because it was Robby and me doing it. In bed I
started by licking his feet and then up his legs, sorta worshiping him. I did
it slowly and loved every minute of it. When I licked up to his crotch he
already had a hard cock so I rimmed his ass for like fifteen minutes with
Robby moaning the whole time and constantly squirming on the bed. My dick was
like a steel pipe with a bad washer, leaking constantly, mostly on Robby's
legs. Robby finally pushed my head away saying he was going to cum. I lay
naked on top of him as I was kissing and licking all over his face. When
we're  together I can't imagine why I ever have side-sex with others. It's
mysterious. Anyway, when the danger of Robby having a premature ejaculation
passed I kissed down his chest, sucked on his nipples and then licked my way
across his stomach to his shaved groin and licked all around there before
sucking his cock into my mouth. It was awesome sucking his boner and slurping
 down his precum, absolutely awesome. I thought I'd have an orgasm twice
and  one time I did shoot a six inch string of cum onto his leg, but I took a
minute of just laying the side of my face on his stomach with Robby lightly
 rubbing my head and neck whispering words of love until my impending
orgasm  calmed down. It was very special and I've never felt more in love with
him  then I felt last night.

What the fuck! I've got a raging boner sitting on this bench  thinking
about that. And there are a lot of students walking by. Taking a deep  breath, I
light another cigarette and try calming down my libido by thinking  about
sitting in a bathtub of ice water. Jesus, does Robby get me sexually
aroused! He's macho with his confident take charge attitude lately. Smelling  the
back of my wrist I glance around, happily noticing no one is paying
attention to me and my boner. I get looks from passing students, glances like  most
people glance at those around them, but no one is pointing at my boner at
least. Ha ha, fucking boners are awesome. I know I glance at people all the
time. Then I see the first cute guy today... he's so young looking he's
gotta  be a freshman. Thin dude trying to look like he knows where he's going.
He's  rocking this cool blond burr haircut and he's got a really nice build.
We  exchange glances but only for a split second. That happens a lot. If you
 maintain eye contact it can lead to many unpleasant situations and only
rarely  a good one. Nine out of ten times it's a straight kid who doesn't want
another  guy looking at him. The infamous, 'What the fuck are you looking
at' is a  favorite retort of many. I close my eyes exhaling smoke and enjoy
the sun on  my face. A picture of Robby drifts back in my head and I can
actually smell  him if I think real hard. God, the way he eventually rolled me
over on the  mattress last night and then without a word he got between my
legs, spreading  them the way he wanted. I'm getting another boner just
thinking about him  smacking my ass, "Slam, slap, slap, slap," without saying
anything. Then he  lifts my hips a little and in goes his hard-as-steel fat
cock. He fucked me  hard and fast the first time. I had goose bumps all over me
as he slammed his  body against me driving his boner up my ass, doing it
hard. I moaned with  pleasure from the first thrust until cum streamed from my
quivering cock with  my whole body shaking from the sexual pleasure. It felt
special last night  like it was a new beginning and if it was some kind of
new beginning, what a  start it was. Later, after cuddling together and
making out with our bodies  intertwined until it seemed like we were one person,
he fucked me slowly and  lovingly for twenty minutes before we climaxed
almost together. His orgasm was  filling my ass just as mine was being pumped
up from my balls. I squealed for  ten seconds it felt so good. Afterward we
clung together until Robby had to  go. The last thing he said after kissing
me goodbye was, "Tomorrow night,  baby, it'll even be better." Robby's like
my hero and my lover all in one.  This summer he's matured so much, gaining
much more confidence, and as I  mentioned he has this awesome 'in-charge'
attitude that I just love. Jesus,  I've got another aching boner.

Taking a last drag on my cigarette, and then trying to flick  the butt, it
goes straight up in the air and I need to bat it away with my  hand to keep
it from landing on my lap and maybe burning my boner. "Hey, cool  move,
Dylan." I glance over, "Huh?" and see Jarod Mellincamp walking toward me
grinning. He's my one-time nemesis. I adjust my junk the best I can without  being
too obvious about it. I mean, who springs a boner this hard from just
daydreaming? I need to get a fucking grip. Jarod's a tough little guy who I  got
in a fight with early in my freshman year. He was with that asshole Dick
Veris who jumped in on our fight making it two against one, the 'one' being
me  until Robby came charging over and kicked the living shit out of Ferris.
I had  my hands full with Jarod one on one, but I think I won in the end.
Because of  my boner I don't get up to greet Jarod, but give him a big smile,
saying,  "Jarod, buddy, wassup?" and we do an awkward one arm hug with a pat
on the  back, me still sitting and trying to keep my boner from bumping his
leg. Jarod  says, "Good to see you, Dylan," as he sits down, and adds,
"You're looking  good as always. We never did do that double date, did we?" I
relax a little  now that Jarod's joined me on the bench and isn't likely to be
staring at my  lap. He's a straight dude, sexually. If I had stood up,
straight or not, Jarod  would not be able to miss my boner poking out the front
of my shorts. I go,  "No, we didn't do the double date. You still going with
the same girl?" He  goes, "God no, we split up during last semester. I've
been single ever since."  I say, "Well, did you ever consider switching
sides?" When I told him I was  gay last year, after we became friends, he said I
was the first person he knew  who came right out and said they were gay.
Jarod grins, "Switch side? No, not  really. No switching sides, I like tail too
much." Well, what the fuck, lots  of 'tail' in gay relationships. He
punches my arm lightly, saying, "Jesus, if  I had your looks and body I wouldn't
be single this long. The chicks would  come running after me. Do you get hit
on much?" I shrug, "Nah, hardly ever."  He's smallish, but kinda hot too.
His hair's hanging over his ears, so I rub  his head, saying, "Did I ever tell
you what an awesome barber I am? I've been  cutting my buds' hair since I
was nine or ten years old." He goes, "Oh yeah,  that's cool. What do ya
charge for a haircut?" I make a circle with my  forefinger and thumb, saying,
"Nothing, nada, zero. I like doing  it."

Then, because I rubbed his head, he rubs mine now, asking,  "Did you give
yourself this short haircut?" I go, "No, my friend cut it for  me, but I
don't think it's all that short. Do you like it?" He says, "No, not  really,
it's too short for me. What kind of haircut should I get?" I say, "Any  kind
you want," and we talk about hair styles a little with him finishing by
saying, "I've gotta meet my roommate, but give me your cell phone number and
I'll call you for one of your free haircuts, okay?" I say, "Sure," and we
exchange email and text information, typing it into our cell phones. As we're
doing that, he mutters, "Dylan, how the fuck did people get by without cell
phones?" I mumble, "Fuck, if I know." With one last rub of my head, he gives
 me his cute grin and takes off at a jog, saying over his shoulder, "I'm
late,  dude, see you around." Damn, he's hot. Funny how some guys do it for me
 without even trying, and without even being gay like in Jarod's case. I'd
love  to be fucked by that little guy, which makes me think of little Ryan
again and  my dick gets all squirmy. Fuck! Maybe I have sex on my mind too
much. Nah, I'm  good with my conviction to cut way the fuck back on my
side-sex activities. Of  course Robby never said I need to cut it out entirely.
That's the mark of a  good leader. He doesn't make unrealistic requirements. I
get up and wander  over to the cafeteria area and run into a friend of
Connor's named Homer. I  don't know his last name. We bump fist as he says,
"Dude, where's Connor?"  Homer called me dude so he probably doesn't remember my
name. I say, "Hi ya,  Homer. Um, Connor joined the Army." He goes, "Fuck!
Yeah, he said he was gonna  do that, but I was hoping he'd change his mind."
We talk about Connor for a  minute with me telling Homer what I know about
how Connor's doing, and then we  go on our way. We didn't have much in common
to talk about except Connor. The  good news is, talking to Homer allowed my
dick to  relax.

I get an email from Seth so I stop to read it on my iPhone.  'Hey, Dylan,
success! My date with Jackie was  awesome last night. Thanks for giving me
morale support!! Love ya, Seth.'  Well that's certainly a promising move by
Seth, Jackie is a guy.  I call Seth and we talk for ten minutes as I'm sitting
on the steps of the  dining hall. I find out they went to the movies for
their first date, had iced  coffee after the movies and talked for an hour.
Jackie still has the long  hair, but Seth told him about me and my free
haircuts. Jackie's interested  because he said he hates spending twenty dollars on
a haircut. According to  Seth, even though he doesn't like spending money
for haircuts, Jackie's not a  cheapskate because Jackie bought their coffees.
Oh man, big spender! They have  another date set for next Saturday night.
Nothing sexual happened, but they  talked about what they like sexually and
Jackie's exclusively a top, which  might be a problem because Seth didn't
have a good time being a bottom for me,  although neither of us mentions that.
He tells me more about what they talked  about and the more I hear the less
excited I am. Jackie doesn't like sports or  rock 'n roll or drinking, three
things Seth likes very much. How the hell are  they gonna be compatible
when they have so little in common? Seth's super  excited though so I don't
throw a money-wrench into things by mentioning the  compatibility factor. I'm
just glad to hear Seth's excited about someone,  someone not named Dylan.
Buddy sex with Seth is fine, but he talks about being  in love too much and
that can't lead to anything positive for him. Okay, so  maybe Jackie Bradley
won't work out long term, but there's still Connor and  maybe Cory, plus all
the other guys on the gay match-making site Seth belongs  to. Of course Cory
will need to admit he's gay before he'd be a candidate to  be Seth's
boyfriend. You know what, I wish I could stop worry about Seth so  much.

A perky blond girl, kinda cute, taps me on the shoulder as  I'm sitting
here, and says, "Excuse me, um. No, let me start over. Hi, I'm  Judy Rinker,
and you're Dylan, right?" I go, "The Dylan part's right, but I  need to take
your word  about the Judy Rinker part." She giggles, "We  were in the same
class last year. It was, ironically, 'The Art of  Communication' course, but
I'm sure you don't remember me." I ask, "Why is it  ironic, we were in that
class together?" She giggles, "Because I spent the  whole semester thinking
of a way to communicate with you. Unsuccessfully, I  might add. It's taking
all the false courage I have, plus the prodding all  summer by my best
friend, for me to speak to you now." This is kinda weird,  and then she says real
fast, "Um, are you going with anyone? If not, I'm  asking you out on a date
with me." Jeez, I feel kinda bad for her. I say, "I'm  really flattered,
Judy, but I am going with someone, my boyfriend. I'm gay,  but if I weren't I'd
be happy to go out with you." She sits down next to me on  the step, "I
never considered that possibility in my master plan to seduce you  and get you
to marry me." I laugh, "Yeah, um, sorry," then I brighten up, "My  brother's
not gay and he isn't going with anyone at the moment. Would you like  me to
introduce you to him?" She takes hold of my arm, she's the touchy/feely
type, and asks, "Does he look like you?" I go, "Yeah, sorta. He's better
looking than me actually. At least I think he is." She looks behind her and
motions someone over. It's a tall girl with big hair who's wearing too much
makeup. Judy says to the girl, "Dylan would go out with me except he's gay and
 going with his boyfriend." Her friend says, "Oh fuck! We never included
that  possibility into the equation." Then she holds her hand down to me,
saying,  "Hi, Dylan, I'm Mary Butler. You're awesomely cute." I say, "Oh,
thanks,  everyone says that," and they both giggle. Judy says, "He has a brother,"
and  Mary goes, "No shit," then to me, "Does he look like you?" I go, "He's
better  looking," and the girls do a fist bump. Why do girls want to do
stuff like  guys do?

We talk awhile and I learn these two are best friends  and Mary's been
going out with the same guy since high school. They've been on  a two year quest
to find a steady boyfriend for Judy. All summer they planned  on having
Judy ask me out on a date and like I told her, it's flattering. I  ask, "Didn't
you have a plan B?" Mary says, "Fuck no, you were it, Dylan." I  go, "Well,
ya got a plan B now, my brother." I show her a picture of Chubby on  my
iPhone. In the picture Chubby and me are standing together holding cans of
beer with our arms across each other's shoulders. We have a lot of pictures
like that one with us at different ages as we were growing up. Well when we
were younger we weren't holding cans of beer.  I remember I asked Robby  to
take this picture, but I don't remember where we all were. Some party last
year probably. Maybe it was here at Merrimack over at Tracy's place, he's the
 guy who threw all the beer parties last year. The girlfriends huddle
together  looking at the picture. Judy says, "He doesn't look all that much like
you  except the nose," and she runs her finger down my nose, mumbling, "Cute
nose."  Mary says, "He's shorter than you," and I go, "Not much." Judy
says, "Take my  picture and show it to, um, what's his name?" I say, "Jeff, but
I've always  called him Chubby." She asks, "Was he chubby as a little kid?"
I go, "No, the  opposite." She nods her head like that makes sense, then
goes, "He'll do fine.  Take my picture, okay?" We stand and I take four
pictures of her before she  sees one she likes, and then we exchange phone
information. I say, "He'll call  you." The two girls are satisfied and do a high
five this time, saying,  "Thanks, Dylan. He can call as soon as he wants." As
they're walking away,  Mary says to Judy, "See, what'd I tell ya? Nothing
ventured, nothing gained.  You didn't corral Dylan, but it's looking good for
his brother." I'm grinning,  thinking, 'That was  random.'

Then Robby sends  me a text, which I assume means he's ready to leave, but
no. He tells me he'll  be another hour-and-a-half to two hours. The infield
coach asked Robby to stay  and workout some new guys. They're what's called
walk-on guys trying to make  the team. Robby's gonna see if any of the guys
has potential to be backups for  infield positions or spots on the practice
team. I know this is the kind of  thing Robby loves to do and it'll be good
brown-nosing points with his coach  too. But in actuality, could it be Ryan
sneaking around my fiancé and  delaying his departure from the sports
office? That's the question. It's a question I don't ask  Robby, and I'm not sure
why I don't. Robby suggests I walk back to the  apartment without him, but
there's nothing to do there so I continue wandering  around campus. I do that
without meeting any of the other guys we know from  last year, so again I'm
checking out the freshman who are roaming around  looking lost. Mostly
they're on their own as they haven't had time to make  friends yet. Some
roommates are together trying to get to know each other, so  not everyone is on
their own. I light another cigarette thinking about that  girl asking me out
and try imagining what it'd be like if I were straight  instead of gay. That
proves to be too alien a concept for me so I can't come  up with anything
reasonably believable. I abandon that thought and walk over  near the dorms
where I finally see someone who's somewhat familiar. A lone  figure sitting on
the steps of his dorm. I assume it's his dorm, and he's  smelling the back
of his wrist so it's gotta be Dougie Hamilton, my young  acquaintance from
Stop and Shop. He's the one I blame for my latest habit of  unconsciously
smelling the back of my wrist or hand. I do it now as I'm  walking towards him
slowly. Dropping my cigarette butt, I'm staring at him and  the closer I get
the sexier and more exotic he appears to  be.

Dougie basically  looks the same as I remember him from our two chance
encounters at Stop &  Shop except presently he's without the cute grin I
remember. The first time I  saw him I was taken in by his appearance so much I
pulled my phony mistaken  identity routine on him. He was real polite and
likable about it, and his mom  was nice too. I'm approaching him from the side and
a little behind him which  is why he doesn't see me. It gives me time to
ogle him some more. There are  lots of freshman walking around, but poor
Dougie looks lonely. I stop beside a  brick wall, lean up against it staring at
him thinking about his request that  I mentor him here at Merrimack, but not
sure what he means by 'mentor'. Don't  even know for sure if he was serious,
but I think he was. He looks like he  could use a friend right about now in
any case. He's an ultra sexy, but  unusual looking boy. I mean, he's cute,
don't get me wrong, but cute like  Matthew Flowers is cute, in a unique way.
Dougie has the same hairstyle he had  earlier this summer. His dark brown
hair is parted in the middle and cut in a  regular haircut style except for
two scraggly strands of hair on either side  of his face that reach to his
chin. It's a very odd look for a guy. He's  sitting on the steps with his
forearms on his thighs leaning forward so the  two strands of hair are hanging
away from his face. When he stands straight  the long hairs frame his face
which is very pale and therefore a striking  contrast to the dark hair. Mostly
his facial features are pretty, almost  delicate. He's very unique looking
like I said. Full dark red lips with big  dark eyes protected by long curvy
eyelashes and narrow eyebrows. There's a  beauty mark on his left cheekbone
that I hadn't noticed before. It's on the  side of his face that I can see
from where I'm standing. Maybe the dark brown  beauty mark is a mole, but
it's perfectly round and flush with his skin so I'm  not sure. I'm also not
sure of his sexuality, although because of his body  language in Stop & Shop
I'd lean towards him being gay or bi. That  might just be wishful thinking on
my part though. I really don't know, yet and  anyway I'm not looking for
side sex.

He stands up and  stretches, looking bored. He's very slim, my height, with
long well formed  legs sticking out of his shorts. Thin ankles make his
sneakered feet look too  big for the rest of him. There's a minor amounts of
short dark hairs on his  calves that I'd like to rub my fingers through. Nice
biceps and his forearms  taper down to thin wrists so the wristwatch he's
wearing looks enormous.  Dougie smells the back of his right wrist, then rubs
his nose against that  wrist as he's turning around to go up the steps
toward the front door of the  dorm. I see him full-faced now, although he's still
not looking in my  direction. With his dark hair, pale complexion, and red
lips he'd make a good  'Dracula' for a school play. On the other hand he's
got an innocence about him  in both manner and appearance so he could also
play a choir boy. I call over  to him, "Dougie, your mentor is here to save
the day." His head comes around  slowly looking at me now and his cute smile
breaks out all over his face. He  waves at me just standing there, so I walk
over to him, unconsciously smelling  the back of my hand as I walk. When I
realize I'm doing that I pull my arm  away and put my hand in the pocket of
my jeans. We hardly know each other, but  I know he smells good from when we
first met, so I'm not at all surprised he's  always smelling his arm. He
walks down the steps and bumps fist with me, but  he doesn't seem all that
thrilled to see me and that kinda surprises me  because at least I'm a face he
knows.

I ask, "How's it going so far?"  He shrugs then sits down on the step again
to smell the back of his hand for a  moment. Sitting next to him, he
glances at me,  then looks straight ahead and mumbles, "Um, I hate it here, Dylan,
that's how  it's going." "What's wrong, Dougie?" He shrugs again, then
goes, " My roommate  is a bully and I have no friends. I've been here three
days, three of the  worse days of my life. I told my mom I wanna come home and
go to night school  or something." I tell him, "Your's isn't an uncommon
first impression of  college life for a freshmen. The first days at college,
away from home and  mommy for the first time, can be intimidating." He blushes
a dark red, then  says, "That 'mommy' comment wasn't necessary, Dylan. Don't
be a prick, I'm not  a momma's boy." I go, "I'm kidding you, Dougie. Jeez!
Come on lets talk about  it." He asks, "Can I bum a cigarette from you? I
was gonna quit, but I can  already see this isn't a good time to try
quitting." Giving him a cigarette  and lighting it, he takes a drag and still looking
straight ahead, says, "Drew  makes fun of my hair and he took the best bed
and desk in our dorm room. He  called me a fag and says he's changing my
room. He wants me to room with this  fat dork who farts all the time. The fat
kid's roommate and Drew are setting  it up between them." Drew is apparently
his roommate. I say, "Gee, not a good  start, huh?"

We smoke silently for a  minute while I contemplate helping him. He's
feeling sorry for himself and not  acting at all like the sweet kid in Stop &
Shop that I met when he was  shopping with his mom. I look at the side of his
pretty face and take pity on  him, "Okay, come with me, Dougie, we'll
straighten this out," as I stand up.  He looks up, asking, "Where we going?" I say,
"To the Housing Office. Students  don't make dorm changes on their own so
this Drew asshole is out of line. Any  roommate changes must be made before
September tenth, so we've got time."  Dougie's spirits are picking up, "You
mean I have some say in the matter?" I  go, "Sure, but it helps if you're
polite to the person in Housing." As we walk  he tells me about Drew pouring a
cup of cold water on him  to wake him up  this morning. I mutter, "I'd like
to have a talk with Drew, but lets get this  settled first." In the housing
office we take a number, then I motion at the  group of freshman here in the
office who also are unhappy with their  roommates. "You're not the only one
with a roommate problem as you can see."  While waiting I talk up a cute
kid sitting next to us named, Jamie. I say,  "What's your roommate like?" He
goes, "He likes it silent in the room and I  like music playing even while I
study." Dougie says, "Hey, so do I," and I  introduce them to each other. We
talk and discover Jamie is just as unhappy  about his early days at college
as Dougie is. After ten minutes Jamie asks  Dougie, "Hey, how about rooming
with me, Dougie?" Misery loves company. They  talk about rooming together
and then get laughing about the way their current  roommates mistreat and
bully them. Jamie was here before us so his number gets  called first. He
stands up, saying, "If we have a roommate choice we're  suppose to go in the
office together." Dougie says, "Lets go then," and Jamie  looks at me biting his
bottom lip, then says, "I'm sure you'll find a good  roommate, Dylan. Sorry
to abandon you, but, um..." I go, "I'm a sophomore,  dude. I live in an
apartment, no worries." Dougie says, "Thanks, Dylan, I've  got your cellphone
number, I'll call you so I can get a college appropriate  haircut." I say,
"You do that, Dougie," and off they  go.

I sit here a few seconds  after they go off together, then take a deep
breath and leave the office with  my good deed for the day accomplished. Jamie
and Dougie make a cute couple,  gay or not, and both they're spirits are much
improved over what they were  earlier. That was a stroke of luck right
there. Outside I wander back to the  dining hall and get a Coke from a vending
machine. Drinking it I walk over to  the registration office to make sure
I've got the right time for registering  tomorrow. Find my name on the
registration sheet and, yep, I need to register  at eleven o'clock tomorrow morning
just like I thought. Sophomores register  tomorrow, juniors on Tuesday, and
seniors Wednesday. Everyone was informed of  the time for our registration
in our acceptance letters. It's alphabetical,  last names beginning with 'A'
are first to register tomorrow morning  and  "Zs' are last. They don't want
all fifteen hundred sophomore students showing  up at the same time. It'll
still be a pain in the ass though because  registering and pain in the ass
just come with the territory. Getting bored I  walk over to the baseball
diamond wondering if I'll see Ryan running around  picking shit up. If not, I'll
at least see Robby. I've always like watching  him play baseball. He's so
graceful around second base and no other player on  any team I've ever seen
comes close to Robby's cuteness. It makes me proud to  be his true love
boyfriend, not to mention his secret fiancé. As I walk up  into the stands joining
a small group of students who are probably as bored as  me, I see Robby
right away. There are about two dozen guys on the diamond and  outfield.
They're all throwing balls around, fielding grounders, and batting.  It looks like
controlled chaos, although that may be an  oxymoron.

The sun's bright now  without trees so I put my cool shades on and think
about Willie for a second.  He bought these Oakley sunglasses for me and paid
like $250.00 for them.  Insane! They're cool though. I'm staring at Robby's
every move, but he's  concentrating on what he's doing, like always, so he
doesn't see me. Then, is  that Ryan? If it's not, it's a clone of him. Same
small body and little round  eyeglasses, but he's wearing his
strawberry-blond hair in a ponytail now and  he has a tattoo on his arm, on both arms
actually. He's scurrying around  collecting baseballs that get by the catcher.
Hmmm, that so-called catcher  doesn't have a chance to make the team, I can
tell that right now. Catch the  fucking baseball, that's the first thing a
catcher needs to do... haha, the  poor bastard. Now I'm staring at Ryan
surprised I'm feeling my dick squirm in  my underpants again. Damn, he looks hot. I
mean, most gay guys maybe wouldn't  think Ryan's hot, but he is to me. I
grab my junk, then glance over to see two  girls grinning at each other
nodding their heads towards me so I let go of  myself and light a cigarette trying
to act cool. Nosy girls should mind their  own fucking business. I walk
down lower in the bleachers staring at Ryan.  Gawd, he looks cool. He's got a
sleeveless t-shirt on, to show off his tattoos  I guess and it looks like
he's been lifting weights this summer. He always had  good definition in his
biceps but it's obviously he's been lifting weights.  Now he's grinning at one
of the walk-on hopefuls and, fuck, that's the cute  and sexy grin I
remember. I walk down behind the batter's box to the  protective screen for a
closer look. Ryan turns his head and sees me, gives me  a smile and a wave, but
doesn't come over. Well, that's just plain  rude!

I'm smelling the back of my  wrist trying to push down the sexual desire I
feel for him, but damn, he looks  so macho with that short ponytail and his
tattooed biceps. Not big vulgar  tattoos, but smaller ones that seem to go
with him now. Biting my bottom lip I  watch him pat someone on the back,
probably saying something encouraging as  the guy nods his head at Ryan.
Exchanging the biting of my bottom lip for  smelling the back of my wrist again, I
stare at him, then remember my  cigarette and take a drag. I'm a little
discombobulated, which pisses me off.  I thought I still had some hot's for Ryan
left over from the beginning of the  summer, but it appears I'm feeling
more than a little aroused. Trying to get  Ryan off my mind I notice all the
chatter coming from the players on the field  so I stare at them. By now I
can't tell who the team players are and who the  guys are that are just trying
out for the team. Well, it doesn't look like  this is gonna break up any
time soon so I wander over to the other side of the  field behind one of the
dugouts still trying to get Ryan off my mind. That's  easier to do when I'm
not looking at him, so I don't look at him. Why did he  dump me? It doesn't
make any fucking sense! It's stupid, especially if we're  gonna be twin
boyfriends again like Rob says. Hell, Ryan could at least be  friendly. Well, he
did wave and smile at me. Oh fuck it! I'm gonna go back to  the apartment to
see if Chubby's back yet. What the fuck am I thinking? I'll  text him and
then I'll know if he's at the apartment. I stand here texting  Chubby, then
hear from behind me, "It's awesome seeing you again, Dylan." I  turn and
there's Ryan, sweat on his face looking so sexy as he pushes his  little round
glasses up his little cute nose. I'm speechless, he's got a  fine-haired, pale
brown mustache now and a little goatee at the end of his  chin. It's so
light I couldn't see it from a distance... how'd he grow that? I  gulp, feeling
like a star struck tweener girl gawking at the One Dimension  boys.

Trying for cool, I mutter,  "Wassup, Ryan?" He shrugs, "Oh, I'm just brown
nosing with the manager. I got  my job back, the one you say has flunky
written all over it, but I like being  around the baseball team." He played on
his high school team but couldn't make  the jump to college. I go, "Nah,
you're not a flunky, you're the locker room  manager." He grins, and says,
spreading his arms, "Well, I'm not good enough  to make the team, so this is what
I'm stuck with." I nod my head going, "Heh  heh," and he asks, "What's
wrong? You seem different, shy or something." I  frown, "Don't be silly, I'm not
fucking shy. Why would I be?" He says, "No  reason. Hey, Rob invited me
over for a grilled chicken dinner tonight. We'll  catch up then, okay? Now I
gotta see to the locker room. That's where I was  going when I saw you
standing down here. These try-out guys have their shit  all over the place. See ya
later." He gives a little wave and... is that a  smirk on his face? Hmmm,
Rob invited him for our first dinner back at college,  huh? My cell phone
tweets and I look at it. Chubby texts me that he'll pick me  and Robby up at the
quad in ten minutes. I look over and Robby's hitting  ground balls to a
walk-on player at shortstop and a tall lanky kid at second  base. He'll be here
awhile. Look at that smile on his face. He loves this kind  of thing! I
guess Robby and Ryan will walk back to the apartment together,  probably hand
in hand. That's after they shower together no doubt. I walk away  trying not
to pout. Fuck this threesome  shit!

to be continued....    Donny Mumford      _thinat20@yahoo.com_
(mailto:thinat20@yahoo.com)

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